Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 173 - . Going Underground Seeking Monthly Tickets_1

Chapter 173: 173. Going Underground [Seeking Monthly Tickets]_1

Chapter 173: 173. Going Underground [Seeking Monthly Tickets]_1

However, as for building a house, it’s best to just think about it for now.

For one thing, there’s no time—don’t be fooled by the rarity of urgent tasks at the moment, that doesn’t mean they can afford to idle every day.

Weeds grow faster than crops, and the peach trees on the mountain have already sprouted buds. Tomorrow, they still have to plant watermelon. Before long, the beans in Chestnut Woods will all start sprouting, not to mention that there are other plans for the fields at the foot of the mountain…

Secondly, building a house in the countryside is cheap, but it still costs money.

Nowadays, the saying “the landlord’s family has no surplus grain” is truly accurate!

Not to mention anything else, just the food and drink for a family of nine, no matter how frugal Seventh Uncle can be, meat and eggs don’t just appear out of thin air. You have to buy them!

Their village is too remote. It’s easy to say they can build a house on the homestead land, but as the number of people in the family keeps increasing, so do the tasks, which always require time and money to properly plan.

Therefore, for now, there’s no need to even think about renovating the house for the first half of the year; it’s simply not appropriate.

Song Tan currently had only the one hundred and ten thousand she received from Lun Chuan’s friend a few days ago (of which a portion had already been spent). She would have to pay for Golden Sakura and the labor soon, and with the spring tea season coming to an end, she’d need to settle the wages for the tea-picking ladies as well.

Of course, they had to continue picking tea, but their rule for harvesting was that the fees for spring and summer tea were different because they related to the decline in tea prices. Therefore, the settlement cycles differed.

Besides, she still owed the village seventy to eighty thousand!

Thinking about it, she felt that as a cultivator, she was really quite unsuccessful.

Luckily, she had been numbed by the scarcity of Spiritual Energy and the merciless society, so now she was unfazed by the notion that the more lice there were, the less they worried her.

Having no money now didn’t scare her; when the harvest season comes, she wouldn’t be afraid to spend generously!

With this solid mindset, no matter how many people in Qiaoqiao’s livestream room clamored for links to promoted products, Song Tan remained collected.

There wasn’t much tremella that they had planted on the mountain, and the yield of the first crop was naturally low. After Qiaoqiao had shown the whole patch of tremella on the stream, she called out:

“Let’s go, time to head home.”

And then she turned off the livestream without hesitation.

The audience in the livestream room: …

Fine then.

Start streaming when you say so, end it when you say so. Do you not take streaming seriously as a career?

…

As the three of them left, only Qiaoqiao had a harvest. They had just reached the main road when they heard the buzzing sound of a vehicle.

Soon after, Song Youde and Song Sancheng arrived in a small three-wheeled vehicle, their smiles even more radiant than the trellises of tremella in the basket.

“My girl, are you tired from working? Come on, sit in the bed of the truck. Dad will take you home.”

Song Youde, seeing Qiaoqiao’s basket full of tremella, smiled so broadly his mouth wouldn’t close: “Look how amazing my grandson is! Come! Get on Grandpa’s truck, and I’ll take you home.”

Zhang Yanping: …???

Am I invisible or what?

Besides, even though Chestnut Woods and the tea garden were a bit far from home, it was, all told, only a three- to five-minute walk. Was it really necessary?

It probably was necessary.

That’s because Zhang Yanping had already clambered into the bed of the tricycle, and then she struck up a conversation with Sancheng: “Uncle, is this tricycle easy to drive? Let me try driving it later.”

Qiaoqiao also merrily got on the senior citizen-specialized tricycle: “Grandpa, I want to drive, too.”

Ah, that certainly wouldn’t do.

Qiaoqiao always appeared sensible and smart at home, but once she started driving, it wouldn’t be easy to keep everything under control ahead.

Song Tan thought to herself that the young boy’s burdens were still too light.

Seeing the grandchild-coddling Song Youde about to come down and give a hands-on lesson, she quickly interrupted:

“Qiaoqiao, don’t you want to learn about tremella? Hurry back home, Seventh Uncle must be waiting anxiously.”

Qiaoqiao then let out a yelp and hurried them to return home.

Upon returning, Seventh Uncle was indeed anxiously waiting, his hands holding two old green fishing nets:

“It’s not cost-effective to keep buying chicken and duck meat. Tantan, I just saw we have two fish traps at home, do you know how to set them? Maybe you can catch some loaches, small shrimps, and little silver fish.”

“Oh my!” Song Tan was genuinely surprised this time: “I had completely forgotten!”

There had been too much work in the fields, and she hadn’t gotten around to the pond.

Seventh Uncle understood: “Even if you remembered, it would depend on luck. Eels are almost extinct in the village, it’s rare to catch a few in a year.”

But eel stir-fried with preserved meat is really delicious!

And so is dry-fried tiny loaches.

As well as the transparent small river shrimps common in their local ponds, just like the ones in Qi Baishi’s paintings.

Nowadays, unless you try your luck at the city’s market, they are indeed hard to buy.

Moreover, these shrimps don’t survive long after being caught, dying off pretty quickly, so it’s not easy to have a taste of fresh ones.

Song Tan was instantly invigorated:

“I’m going right now!”

No sooner had she received the two fish traps than she saw Song Sancheng and Song Youde returning on their bicycles—they had taken the long route around the main road, which was even longer than the shortcut.

Now, seeing the fish traps in Song Tan’s hands, Sancheng couldn’t help but smile: “Now you’re thinking of your fish pond? Hey, girl, you’ve never raised fish and still dare to mess around.”

Fortunately, the aquatic plants they bought were also inexpensive, just a matter of a hundred or so yuan. Sancheng had been holding back and hadn’t said anything, just treating it as raising fish for their own consumption.

“I still know how to set the fish traps,” she defended.

Sancheng laughed: “I wasn’t talking about the fish traps, I was talking about your fish raising before. Who among the breeders doesn’t clean the pond first? Only you would throw in the aquatic plants as soon as you bought them.”

It was extensive farming at its most rudimentary.

“If there were some big black fish in this pond, nothing you raise would be left.”

“I thought you had an idea when you were so eager to buy those plants before.”

Song Tan laughed:

“The fish fries were just a hundred or so yuan; our family isn’t counting on selling fish to get rich.”

Truth be told, two ponds were quite small for breeding; to sell fish, one would have to use the modern intensive space-saving model.

But that would require labor, and the water quality would be a big concern. In that case, it’s better to raise them casually for personal consumption.

Sancheng had been silent about it for this very reason, only now did he remember upon seeing the two fish traps.

“Alright, just find any pond and set them up,” he said, “Is there any leftover chicken intestines from lunch’s stewed chicken? Put some in.”

How could there be any leftovers? The kids always finished them.

Song Tan didn’t hesitate: “Seventh Uncle, could you chop some small pieces of meat for me?”

Once the meat passed through her hands, a wisp of Spiritual Energy quietly attached itself to it, and the three puppies in the yard let out a snort, converging around her spontaneously.

Seventh Grandma couldn’t help but laugh: “Look at these dogs’ noses, so sensitive, they come right over at the mention of meat.”

Song Tan threw the meat into the traps, then scrounged around for a few pieces of foam board to stuff into the traps before excitedly running off to the pond.

“I’ll see if I can catch some eels!”

If she did, she’d leave a few small ones and imbue them with Spiritual Energy, so they’d quickly reproduce.

It’s a renewable resource, year after year!

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